Went straight from the airport to meet my family at Pizza Fusion for dinner, then went saw Exit Through the Gift Shop (I loved it). Finalllly home. (:
I’m in the very last row of the plane. It smells like lavatory and there isn’t even a fucking window back here. I barely have enough room for my legs (and I’m tiny, so I NEVER don’t have enough room for my legs - I can smush them in anywhere). And I’m feeling claustrophobic, which never happens. WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS ROW EVEN EXIST?!
Also, there is a constant ear-piercing screech back here that I can hear even when I’m listening to my iPod. AWESOME.
The only way this could be worse is if I was sitting next to fat people. I’m not though, so that’s alright.
Okay, I’m done complaining! Time for takeoff. (:
I forgot tampons. My fucking period better not start while I’m on the plane.
but I have no idea what it is.
It’s Kimya Dawson - Loose Lips (:
Omg thank you! (:
I actually get that a lot. It might just be because of my hair. But either way, it’s a huge compliment!
So if you wanna burn yourself, remember that I love you.
And if you wanna cut yourself, remember that I love you.
If you wanna kill yourself, remember that I love you.
Call me up before you’re dead, we can make some plans instead.
Send me an IM, I’ll be your friend.